Cross grunted, dragging you into the infirmary. He was pissed by your rather terrible performance, even though the only reason you had gotten hurt was because you folded your ankle and became an easier target. Either way, this wasn’t fun for either of you. Cross had left, yelling at someone in the kitchen and returning a few moments later with an unnaturally tall skeleton. Horror sat down in front of you, scooting his chair closer. The giant hummed.

“Alright, ‘m gonna patch ya up. Can ya let me assess the damage?”

He asked, his voice unusually soft for someone his size.